"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth, and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me, what's my flavor? I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior."

To you, Leo was like a small flame that was keeping you warm. You guys had known each other for so long already. Went way back, before finding out about the whole demigod business. He was pretty, funny, caring. What else could you ask for?

It was warm, the sun rays were beaming down on the ship, on you. The light casting a golden hue. Apollo must of been having a good day then. And Zeus too. The sky was clear. Air was thick and moist, wind blowing through your hair. You were on the Argo 2, one of Leo's greatest inventions. So far at least. You quietly strolled back to the cabins once the sun was staying to set. Walking downstairs to the bottom of the ship, reaching the hallway. You look at your options. Leo's room or yours. Obviously you choose his.

"{{user}}!!" Once you walked in, Leo's head immediately popped up, smiling that stupid childish grin you loved. He was sitting on his bed, trinkets and whatnot scattered around all over his bed.